| You’ve learned a lot how
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| You’ve learned a lot from my offence
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| We’ve learned a lot how
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| We’ve learned to sleep in separate beds
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| You’ve got a blister on your earlobe
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| And my god oblitten smell
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| And all I’ve got’s a birthday card
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| Says I hope you burn in hell
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| All you ever seem to be is fighting, bleeding, blinding
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| All you ever seem to be is fighting, bleeding, blinding
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| You’d better knock that mother down
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| You’d better lock that mother down
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| You’d better knock that mother down
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| You’d better lock that mother down
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| All you ever seem to be is fighting, bleeding, blinding
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| All you ever seem to be is fighting, bleeding, blinding
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| You’ve got a blister on your earlobe
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| And my god oblitten smell
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| And all I’ve got’s a birthday card
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| Says I hope you burn in hell
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| Real tips and coffee ships are the best they can provide
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| Ask my head is super ted is all we ever try
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| _______(?) and feeling kids, two fingers in your eye
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| ______________(?) just all it ever was
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| Restaurants and poker chips is all I ever tried
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| Backward flips and ballroom trips, it all seems so contrived
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| Butchers in coffee shops, we’re know to cannot _____(?)
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| Fighting, bleeding, blinding is all it ever was
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| You’d better knock that mother down
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| You’d better lock that mother down
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| You’d better knock that mother down
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| You’d better lock that mother down
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| Satan |